Oneshots!

Soul Turned Red (Book Idea Three. Number: 3

Run. That was the last thing he remembered doing. Running with who? Running from what? None of it was clear. He was trapped. Trapped in his head. He couldn't move. Everything was so fuzzy. Finally feeling. At first just a spark, then a tingle, then movement. He was moving. Moving what? His fingers, them his toes. His arms, his legs, his torso, he moved everything until he was sitting and then standing.

Why was it so hard to move? Like he hadn't for so long. Wait, what was so long? He couldn't remember anything. He was running, he was running with someone. Who? Who was it? Who was it chasing them? Who was it that cried over him? Who was it he had smiled at before closing his eyes? Where were they, who were they? Who was he?

He looked down at his hands with awe, as if it were the first time seeing them. Then he took a shaky step foward, and another one after that, he continued until he finally started to get the hang of it.

And then he ran into a pole. Feeling shocked by the slight tingle he felt from the contact, he felt confused. Like he was supposed to be feeling something else. What was it he should have felt? Pain? Was that what it was called? Yes, that word felt right. Feeling confused that he wasn't feeling this... pain sensation, he tentatively touched the spot and felt something... hot? And red?

Smushing the liquid in his fingers, he stared at it in awe as the liquid continued to flow. Following its trail down his shoulder, he felt something odd that sent a strange shock through his body. He turned his head to look at it and saw a large bite mark covered in what appeared to be the dried form of the red liquid.

Poking it curiously, he gasped as he felt the shock again. Not liking the odd feeling, he covered it back with his sleeve before turning his eyes in front of him. Shocked by the sight.

He stared in wonder as he saw two red eyes staring back and blond hair that was covered in the red liquid and something brown.... dirt was the word.

His face looked childish, but tired in a way that was unfitting for someone his age... Wait, what was his age again?

Frowning at the lack of knowledge, he let out a deep sigh before crossing his arms in frustration at all the things he can't remember. It was quickly stopped though by feeling something small in his.... shirt container?

Opening it tentatively, he was surprised to see a card with a name on it:

Zeldris Tatsuya: Age 19, college student.

Zeldris? Was that his name? No that didn't sound right. But it was right there. Looking up again, he realized that he also looked much younger then the age said, not that he knew how he knew what an age looked like.

Frowning once more, it suddenly dawned on him that maybe it was someone who he knew. Maybe it was the person he was running with? Or maybe the person who had been chasing him. Either way, he was determined to find out. But for now... he was really hungry. And he smelled something really good nearby.
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The man walked up the stairs for the third time that day, carrying yet another bowl of food that he knew wouldn't be touched.

Knocking to try and respect the other's privacy, he merely sighed when he didn't get an answer. Opening the door slowly, he walked in with tray in hand and quietly stepped towards his brother.

"Hey Zeldris... how are you feeling?"

No answer.

"Look, I know you're upset. But can you please just try to eat something? Even just a little bit..?"

No movement.

"Alright, I understand. I'll come back later to try again. Come down when you're ready."